The Saint Goes West (The Saint Series)

The Saint Goes West (The Saint Series)

Leslie Charteris

When the Saint visits Arizona, he battles a Nazi scientist whose curiosity in ranching is triggered through the mercury deposits beneath the ranch. In Palm Springs, an alcoholic millionaire hires him after a chain of near-fatal injuries. And actual threat ensues in Hollywood whilst an enterprising manufacturer comes to a decision the Saint will be a film star—but then the manufacturer turns up lifeless.

The Saint. “We observed one cost burst off. yet they haven’t touched the circulate but, and until eventually they do this we’ll must be cautious how we intrude. Max Valmon can blast holes in every single place his estate if he desires to, and we haven’t any correct to prevent him till he does us a few damage. in truth, if he’s obtained the sheriff in his pocket it’d simply make issues worse for us. we'd provide them an excuse to fasten us up legally and hold us out of ways until eventually the wear and tear used to be all performed. Valmon may well also be enjoying for.

facet in solution to the strain of her arms… along with a few vital examine within the county documents, he had a few purchases to make in Lion Rock, and the nightfall was once deepening as he drove again in the direction of the Circle Y. It were a ecocnomic journey, and he was once buzzing idly to himself as he nursed the massive Buick over the unsuccessful imitation of a highway. He felt it as a kind of chuffed intermissions of event, the twilight among the chilly sunlight and interesting darkness, the empty degree.

Remembered whatever he forgot to shop for, and long past again into city for it. or even he proposal he’d have one other test at getting carry of the sheriff or somebody.” “I know,” she acknowledged automatically. “Let’s face it,” acknowledged the Saint calmly. “The query is whether or not whatever may have occurred to him.” His bluntness hit her with one of those chilling surprise that merely lasted for a fragment of a moment. after which it used to be as though a mild have been became on in a haunted room. no matter what needed to be confronted should be visible.

determine lode like this needs to be sturdy for 1000s of a whole lot natural mercury. And if I’m now not fallacious, mercury is the stuff that makes the detonators that pop off the bombs and shells that your Aryan heroes are allotting to light up the beauties of the hot Order to the admiring ladies and youngsters of the world.” He had the entire affirmation he wanted in Max Valmon’s mounted ivorine smile, within the softly perspiring purple attentiveness of Ludwig Julius. He went on after a second, with a similar.

Knocked on it. A voice like that of a hungry wolf bawled “Yeow?” The Saint permitted that as a call for participation, and went in. males sat round the unmarried battered table. either one of them had their ft on it. The table appeared as though it had realized to imagine not anything of that kind of remedy. the boys had an air of presenting that the table should still love it, otherwise. one among them used to be vast and stubby, with a down-turned mouth and hair turning grey. the opposite was once taller and thinner, with gold-rimmed glasses and a.